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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 22:04:14 GMT -5
"Excuse me, how much for beer?" Feliciano asked the waiter.
"Look at the damn menu above, you idiot." The grumpy waiter said back as he went to get Feli's wine. He looked at the menu above as the rude man had said. "Umm... it looks like ... $35.00?! Oh... wait... hehe nevermind, Gilbert, it's $3.50."
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 19, 2011 22:12:01 GMT -5
Antonio raised his eyebrow and smirked. Sexual tension...., he thought to himself. What was he doing? Well it is Gilbert..... Antonio was kinda skeptical to except Gilbert's offer, due to the fact that when they go out drinking, they always wined up in some sort of weird situation. He also sounded sorta fishy. Even though his conscious was screaming ,"No", he decided to take the offer. He was that bored. "Sure, that sounds cool. Where do you want me to meet you?" |
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 19, 2011 22:17:01 GMT -5
Gilbert smiled broadly. "Awesome, I happen to have that on me for a change," he said, holding his hot dog wallet in his hands. He looked into the bartender's eyes as he ordered. He squinted a little. Because the guy looked like a prick, Gilbert made a point to count out is money slowly and precisely.
He sat on the barstool, and put the phone back up to his ear. "Sorry about that," he said to Antonio, if only because apologizing for anyone other than himself fit perfectly into his code of dishonor. "Why don't you meet us, me, whatever at that one really shady bar that's right on the way from your house to mine?" The one with the bartender who's a prick, he thought to himself.
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 19, 2011 22:41:21 GMT -5
"Nah, it's okay." Antonio listened as Gilbert continued to talk. "Oh yeah, I remember that place! I'm surprised you want to their though" Gilbert must not have to much money then, he thought to himself. "I'll meet you their soon. Adios~" Antonio hung up the phone and walked to his bedroom. I need to change my clothes...., he thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. He marched to his closet and pulled out a silk red button up shirt and a nice pair of pants. He always looked nice no matter where he was going. He quickly got dressed and headed out. |
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 19, 2011 22:47:07 GMT -5
Gilbert winced involuntarily. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't have chosen here, either. Long story, but the abridged version is, when your brother passes out in a bar, you don't get to be choosy about which bar he gets KO'd in, you know?" He kicked at the barstool with the backs of his heels. "Now you may be asking yourself why West chose this poor-ass bar, and if that's the case I don't know the answer. You just know he's a regular at a bunch of way nicer bars. The beer's cheap, though," he said, taking a sip of the aforementioned beverage.
When Antonio hung up, he surveyed the area. It didn't seem as though he had missed anything.
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 19, 2011 23:11:45 GMT -5
Antonio knew where the bar was, but since he was kinda clueless he got lost a couple of times. He wandered in the area where he remembered the most, still not being able to find the bar."Ah jeez!" He scratched his head. "Why cant I find it?!" He looked around and noticed a small group of people, who he walked up to. "Excuse me", he said very politely. "Do you you know where..., he began to explain what the bar looked like since he didn't remember the name.
One of the women began to giggle as the one of the men she was with pointed right behind me. I turned and noticed it was right their! How could I not have seen that, he began to yell at himself in his head. The people were really giggling hard now. They were obviously making fun of him, but as we all know clueless was one of the many words you use to describe him. He smiled, and began to walk away. "Gracias", he called out.
When he arrived at the front door's he sighed in relief. I made it! He opened the doors and saw Gilbert shifting on his barstool. "Hola! I'm here!" He waved as he walked towards him. |
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 20, 2011 6:33:23 GMT -5
Kiku startled after Feliciano tried to get him to drink, his excuse being, "I'm such an old man. I'm not used to doing things like that", looking towards the door. He was surprised to see the Spaniard here. How many people were going to come?
"Antonio-san." Kiku nodded once, looking at him.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 20, 2011 20:18:51 GMT -5
Gilbert smiled broadly as Antonio walked in. "Hey!" he said. It was good to have a friend. Hell, now if he could get ahold of Francis, it would be a perfect outing. Of course, when Francis was there, the 'bad friends trio' was usually a whole lot worse, but even so, it almost always guaranteed a fun time.
But Antonio was enough. Antonio was one of finite people who could stand him, for which Gilbert was incredibly thankful. "Come sit by me," he said. "I'll order you a drink or something. What's up?"
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 21, 2011 0:35:08 GMT -5
Oh, Kiku's here! Antonio waved to the small little Asian, and then proceeded to sit by Gilbert, who had just greeted him. Antonio waved to the waiter to come over. "I think I'll just have a glass of wine please." The waiter looked at him and nodded. Antonio turned back towards Gilbert as the waiter went to get his drink. "Ah man it's good to see ya! We haven't seen each other in a while huh? Nothing much has been goin' on. I've been doing good so far though. My economy is getting better, and Romano hasn't been yelling at me that much. How have you been doin'?" Antonio took a breath as he realized how much he just bombarded Gilbert with. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 21, 2011 15:58:30 GMT -5
Alfred fell out of his bed, he glanced at the clock. It was already almost noon, he had slept through the morning again. Already bored he decided to call Kiku, he hadn't talked to him in a bit. He dialed the numbers lazily and waited for him to pick up.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 21, 2011 16:41:00 GMT -5
Gilbert smiled at his friend. "Oh yeah, economy. Man, I remember when I used to have one of those. Let me tell you, not having to worry about that is totally awesome," he said. At the mention of Romano, Gilbert's ears perked up. "Right, Romano. Glad to see has not yelling at you, that's, er, great." Because Gilbert had the uncanny feeling that everyone present was either pissed off or afraid of him, he suppressed the urge to add, 'because he's too busy screaming for you' to the end of his sentence. He took a long sip of his beer. One benefit to Francis being gone was that it was much safer to be under the influence, since he wasn't around to ensure you'd do something you'd end up regretting.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 21, 2011 16:50:39 GMT -5
Kiku nearly jumped out of his clothes, hearing the unfamiliar ring of his cell phone. He blindly searched his pockets for the phone, ripping it open and pressing it to his ear. When he didn't hear a response, he quickly said,
"H-Hello?"
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 21, 2011 17:04:25 GMT -5
"So how have you been doin'?" The Spaniard said those word's with a lot of compassion. "Are you living with Ludwig now? Are you ok?" Antonio tried to be careful with his words since he didn't want to hurt Gilbert's, the former country's,feeling's in anyway. |
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 21, 2011 18:03:51 GMT -5
Gilbert glanced at Antonio before shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I've been living with West. It's pretty cool. I live in his basement. I have an X-Box set up, so you know, there's that." Gilbert was mildly insecure about the fact that he was a former nation, an ex-country, but he tried not to let it get to him. He decided to change the subject. "How are your turtles?" It would have to do. He took another drink of his beer. It burnt his throat slightly going down; he wondered if he was catching something.
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 22, 2011 0:26:33 GMT -5
Antonio frowned, which was not normal for him, at Gilbert's most recent question."Romano made me give them back... He said that if I tried to keep all of them their wouldnt be any room at my place for him to come over. He even threatened he wouldnt come over anymore if I kept them! The turtles liked me so much though...." Antonio began to trail off. The waiter came by and handed him his drink. Antonio took and gulped it down, "Ah man, now i'm feeling down!" He turned his head towards Gilbert and lifted up his now empty cup. "Let's drink till we drop!" He called the waiter over again and asked for another glass of wine. The waiter nodded and left again. Antonio knew that the word's that came out of his mouth wasent like him, but he was just really down now so he didnt care.
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